Stryker laughed. "You may be right. How about it, Gib? Do you ever feel the need of a wailing wall?"
Gibson looked up briefly from his game, his square face unsurprised.
"Well, sure. Why not? I tell my troubles to Xavier."
When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him: "It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me."